An Eye-Witness Account
We had gone for a walk in the meadow and came upon a little glade where we could sit and eat our picnic. I, having recently kept goats, had a bowl of yoghurt for me and a bowl of cream cheese for her.
They were delicious.

We were deep in conversation about the argument between Maurice Merleau-Ponty and Jean Paul Sartre - she made me laugh by suggesting that phenomenology was a pointless waste of time.

We continued to laugh and muse about French existentialism when a local arachnid settled next to her. With terror in her every nerve and fibre she ran away.

I gave chase - to her, not the eight-legged fiend.

When I happened upon her she was stretched out on a park bench next to a gentleman of the road - he kindly was providing her with sustenance in the form of a spirit based tonic and some comfort by holding her hand fast to his throbbing genitalia.

Ah, the joys of England in the Springtime.
( chickenlady I'll dress as a milkmaid and you can eat cake, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:19, closed)

hmmm
if you experience phenomenology as being a waste of time, is that a valid phenomenological experience?
( crackhouseceilidhband is putting the crack ho into crackhouseceilidhband, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:27, )

Fuck knows
I was bored.

:D
( chickenlady I'll dress as a milkmaid and you can eat cake, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:28, )

So...
Did you fall asleep with your brain open and wake up posessed by the ghost of frankspencer?
(Kaol The Magnificent is the Patron Saint of knives, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:28, )

I don't know whether to be aroused
or afeard of the gentleman of the road.
( Bert Sexmonkey is terrified of MM and beckyconsonants, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:29, )

An over active imagination
coupled with boredom in the face of rapidly approaching deadlines always brings about this effect in me.
( chickenlady I'll dress as a milkmaid and you can eat cake, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:30, )